Finesse The Float >>
I’m a swimmer, but I don’t surf. However, I imagine surfing takes the same practice, patience, grit, balance, thick skin, and ability to read the water, just like swimming. Great swimmers have a natural feel for the water, and create movement from that.  Great surfers have a natural feel for how the water moves, and create patterns around that. Both take finesse. I bet if I asked which one sounds more exciting and rewarding, most would say surfing. The black line on the bottom of a pool is, in fact, extremely boring. Surfing is inherently risky, and thus, fantastically thrilling, I imagine.  Great Risk=Greater Reward. At least, that’s what we’re taught.  It’s…
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GROWING INTO ME >>
My years are marked by wrinkles and responsibilities. They are 14 and 12.  My skin folds when I forget to tighten my belly before I look at it. Gravity is not friendly in your 40’s. But my belly is. It gave me two children. My hands are cracked from dishes and shoveling in arctic temps. My rings no longer fit because my knuckles have gotten bigger. But my hands hold smaller, softer, clingy fingers well—which, by the way, like to try on all of my rings while I sit and watch.  My hair is expensive. I’m blonde-ish, which hides my gray that I pretend not to have. The silver flashes gently frame my face, like a crown of accomplishment. That crown is invaluable as my accomplishments…
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I AM A WOMAN>>
I am not a woman of power, but I am a woman of might. I am not a woman without fear, but I am a woman who fights for her life. I am not a tireless woman, but I am endlessly resilient. I am not a woman with great confidence, but I am a woman with great grit. And by the way, I am not always a DO-er, SHOW-er, or a BELIEVE-r. But I am a THINK-er, GIVE-er, and a TRY-LIKE-HELL-er. I am not a woman who shares thoughts freely, but you’ll find me free amongst them. I am not defined by a single moment, but rather defined by a lifetime.
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